Carina (Roma Nova Thriller Series) (Volume 7) by Alison Morton

Author:Alison Morton [Morton, Alison]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9791097310066
Amazon: B07BF681FQ
Publisher: Pulcheria Press
Published: 2018-03-30T00:00:00+00:00

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The ping pierced my brain so painfully I thought my eyes would pop out. I shook my head, then looked at the screen. They were forty minutes away. Gods. I let out a deep breath which plumed in the chill. The window was covered in ice.

‘Wake up!’ I prodded Vibiana. ‘Wake up, will you?’

‘Mm?’ She didn’t even open her eyes. It was nearly black out there. Even the moon was shy behind the cloud cover. I checked my watch. Five-thirty. Sunrise wasn’t until just before seven. I reckoned it was safe to start the engine and warm us up. Gods, it sounded so loud, but the light frost slipped off the windows with the auxiliary heater going full blast. After five minutes, I reversed and stopped at the airfield gates.

I made Vibiana get out and open the gates, then shut them behind us once inside. I jumped out and relocked them.

‘But suppose we need to get out again…’ she said.

‘We’re not going out that way, so no problem.’

I drove up to the first hangar, but that was too open to view. So was the second. But the third was perfect, nestled behind the other two. We parked up by the side. Another ping. Twenty minutes. I wrote a note of apology to the airfield club asking them to contact the rental company to collect the SUV and charge my card. I left a hundred dollar note on the seat as a ‘donation’.

A faint buzz, then a rumble followed moments later by a roar as the plane dropped out of the cloud then quickly embraced the ground. It bounced along the turf runway, taxied back, then turned ready for take-off. It had no markings but strange angles to its wings and as far as I could see in the faint light it was a dark grey with some lighter patches. A metal ladder burst out of the plane. We grabbed our bags and hurried towards it. A blue-uniformed figure beckoned us urgently. Her white cloth badge was just visible in the pre-dawn light. Imperial Air Force.

‘Hurry!’

‘We have one wounded and one civilian,’ I called out and pushed Vibiana forward. The airwoman jumped out, grabbed Vibiana and gave her a shoulder up to the ladder. She had to do it twice and breathed heavily afterward. I bent and gave Flavius the same, but more gently, then passed the bags up. Then I heard the sirens. I peered over towards the access road. Blue and red flashing lights. They weren’t New York cops – they must be feds. Gods! O’Keefe. How had she tracked us?

‘Are you going to be all day, looking at the scenery? The pilot’s rather anxious to go.’ I jerked my head round. Then I heard that rich, sexy, masculine laugh. His face appeared in the doorway. Conrad. I grasped the lowest rung of the ladder and hauled myself up. He grabbed me and I heard the faint scrape of the retracting ladder and the slam of the door.

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